[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Ambersky
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 30 Moons
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior
Relationship:

In the distance, she watched him from the safety of her den, her large eyes locked onto his hide as the muscular male casually made his way about the camp. He spoke with Whiteraven casually, the two males exchanging pleasantries and speaking of the prey around the camp.

"Hey,"

The voice jerked Ambersky to reality and she whipped her head around to stare at Frostheart with wide, startled eyes. The soft female tilted her head and sat beside her, sensing that something was off.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes. I was just lost in thought."

Frostheart nodded slowly, her gaze drifted to the two toms Ambersky had been watching. "So, what do you think of the clan?"

"It is nice, here. Everyone seems to be very welcoming and kind. Thank you for letting us live here."

Frostheart nodded slowly and smiled. "Of course, though it should be Cedarstar you are thanking. She convinced us all to let you both stay." She paused and glanced at her with a frown. Ambersky hadn't spoke much at all to Cedarstar, even when the she-cat told her she was welcome to stay in the clan.

Ambersky nodded absent-mindedly and turned her gaze back to Tornhawk. The tom looked back at her and smiled and she quickly returned the gesture, though she dropped it the instant he looked away. Beside her, Frostheart noticed and frowned.

"So, you and your brother,"

"What about him?" She spoke quickly, her eyes turning sharply to Frostheart, who lifted her head slightly in surprise.

"Um, how do you think he's getting along?"

"Oh. I think he's doing fine. He's a very confident tom. . . he can adapt to any situation." Her eyes drifted to her brother once more and her fur bristled on her back.

"Uh-huh. . ." Frostheart slowly stood and bumped her nose against Ambersky's shoulder. "Well, just let me know if you need anything." She turned away slowly and walked back to the warriors den, though her eyes lingered on the she-cat behind her for a moment.



Ambersky sat beneath the dark sky, perched up high in her tree and anxiously watching the area around her. The clan was quiet and asleep, leaving her to watch over them. It was the time that he had planned to speak to her without any prying eyes or ears, and she knew he would be here any moment. The thought made her tail curl tightly around her and her pupils widen, taking in everything within her sight.

"Lovely night, isn't it?" Ambersky jerked her head back and stared at Tornhawk as he easily hopped up into the tree and sat beside her. He smiled warmly at her, then turned his gaze to the clan below. "What do you think? Nice clan, isn't it?" He watched her for a moment and she nodded, her body tense and rigid. He sighed and chuckled softly, speaking in a satisfied purr. "And you didn't believe me. You told me that my idea was bad, that it wouldn't work, but now look at us. . . All that's left to do is make friends with the leader, prove our use, and then. . . Little Duskfall will just have to step aside, and Cedarstar. . . well, you get it from there."

He chuckled lightly and Ambersky felt her heart roar to life. Slowly, her eyes turned to him and she stared at the males golden pelt. Beneath the shine of the moon, she swore that she could still see dried blood on his muzzle and chest.

Tornhawk turned his head and locked eyes with her. His expression became odd, grim almost, and he stood to face her completely. "Why do you look at me like that, sister?"

Ambersky felt her body shrink in her pelt. "What do you mean?"

"You look at me as though you've seen a dog." He stepped forward, his head tilting slightly as he peered into her eyes, as if he were trying to read her mind.

"I am just caught up in so many thoughts, the plan is an elaborate one."

Tornhawk's pupils slowly pulled into slits as he nodded. "Uh-huh. . . Tell me, dear sister, have you told anyone?"

"I've told them only the story you've asked me to." Ambersky forced herself to sit taller while her mind screamed at her muscles to relax. She took several deep breaths, meeting the eyes of Tornhawk with what she hoped was confidence. "They don't know anything."

Tornhawk nodded slowly and smiled as he turned his head to the large dead tree which sat at the head of the camp, just above Cedarstar's den. "We will stand up there, together. You as my deputy. . ." His smile widened and Ambersky quickly looked away, flinching internally at the sight of those long, needle-like fangs. "I can almost see it. . . Well, I will leave you now. I must get some rest, afterall. Tomorrow will be a long day." He turned and began hopping down the tree by its branches, but stopped and looked back before leaving completely. "Remember, Ambersky. Tell no one of the past or future. We will let them discover in their own time, understand?"

"Of course."

Ambersky watched as her brother slipped into the warriors den to sleep. Once his tail was gone, she released a breath and gasped for air, her body trembling. Her tail curled around her legs and she shrunk in her pelt, her eyes locked onto the den her brother entered. She had to tell someone, she needed to. However, each time his eyes rested upon her, her tongue was stilled in her mouth and the words would not come. Her claws drove into the bark of the tree and her ears flattened on her skull. How could she ever warn them when her brother's dark gaze never left her pelt?

[spideysense]

Wow, beautiful design! I sadly have no room for this babe but i'd love to draw some art to give to the winner of this comp!

[Ravendarus]

Softfeather

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She-Cat - 39 Moons - Echoclan - Warrior

Relationship with Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw had just arrived in the clan a moon ago and was healing from wounds and the loss of her brother. Despite Ravenpaw's cold and dismissive attitude it never deterred her from trying to get to know the small apprentice. She came every morning to make sure the young apprentice ate. Softfeather worried for her and wanted to try to let her know that she wasn't alone...

Ravenpaw glared up at her "What do you want?" She hissed at her hesitantly, her ears swiveled back tightly against her head as she turned away from the annoying she-cat. Softfeather smiled softly, "Morning Ravenpaw... I was wondering if you were hungry." She asked nudging a mouse gently towards her. Ravenpaw flicked her tail uninterested, "I'm not..." She said, Softfeather's ears pinned back softly, but she smiled softly never the less. "I'll leave it here for you." She said gently getting up to leave. Ravenpaw shrugged, "Sure..." She said. Softfeather nodded and left the den.

Softfeather's relationship with Ravenpaw is a motherly one, though it is onesided, Ravenpaw is cold and distrusts everyone, but Softfeather tries very hard to get close and protect her. She cares very much for the small angry apprentice as if she was her own...

Softfeather smiled, "Come closer Ravenpaw." She said, Ravenpaw sighed, "What now?" She asked, "No really come here." Softfeather cooed gently. Ravenpaw slowly got up and wandered over to the older she-cat, she looked up at her hesitantly. "Here." She said offering a black feather, "What is it?" Ravenpaw asked looking at it. "It's my lucky raven feather, I thought it would be more suiting if you had it." Softfeather purred gently. Ravenpaw looked at the feather she huffed and coiled her tail around it. "Ridiculous, a lucky feather, whoever heard of such a thing." Ravenpaw snorted, "That is a mouse-brained idea." Ravenpaw said walking off, Softfeather pinned her ears back meekly but blinked when she noticed the feather was gone. She looked around for it but eventually found Ravenpaw coiled up in her den with the feather. Softfeather smiled gently letting the apprentice rest.

Ravenpaw will never admit that she kind of liked having Softfeather watch over her, but she still didn't trust her at all. Softfeather will continue to watch over the small apprentice and hopefully guide her back from the sorrow she is surrounded by.

Echostar looked at Softfeather softly, "Are you okay?" She asked, "I'm fine..." Softfeather smiled softly, Echostar looked at her and nodded gently, "How is she doing?" She asked, "Getting more used to the clan, she misses her brother terribly, she talks about him all the time. She is doing good though, she is getting better every day." Softfeather purred, "You are not upset that she always asks you to go away or calls you names?" Echostar asked, "If I let little things like that get to me I couldn't call myself a Echoclan cat could I?" Softfeather asked. Echostar chuckled, "I suppose not. I hope she warms up more, I know you are worried for her." She said. "I am... because I know what it is like." Softfeather said and looked over at Ravenpaw who was getting ready for a morning hunt. "You going to take her out?" Echostar asked, "I'm going to show her how to catch the fish in the river." Softfeather smiled. "Be safe you two." Echostar nodded softly. Softfeather got up, "We will." she said going to Ravenpaw, "Ready to go?" She asked, "I guess." Ravenpaw muttered lightly.

Overall, Softfeather wants to get closer to Ravenpaw, but isn't going to force her to like her, or accept her. Softfeather is going to take her time and get to know more about Ravenpaw and hopefully coax her out of her shell. Ravenpaw perhaps might one day open up to her more, but for now their awkward relationship is good enough for the two of them...

The End.

[wolfpack12]

Username: wolfpack12
Cat Name: Millie, Dewpaw, Dewspirit
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 21 moons
Clan: Crescentclan
Rank: warrior
Relationship:

" Mistflight has spoken to me, and has voiced her desire to step down from her rank as a warrior, so that she may pursue the life of a medicine cat"

It felt as if her entire world was about to collapse. Like it was a fragile piece of glass that was about to break. Green eyes staring at the ground in front of her. Her jaws hung half open, like a broken puppet that had been thrown away. Wanting nothing more than to desperately say something, to say anything. Yet, nothing came out. Not even a single scream. The lump in her throat wouldn't let her. Neither would it let her breathe, as her legs began to tremble. Surely, this had to be some sick kind of joke, right?. Surely, her mentor wouldn't try to abandon her a second time around, would she?. This couldn't be happening. Not to her, not again.

But it was. Dewpaw could only watch in despair, as her mentor was announced the clan's first medicine cat. The pale grey and white ticked tabby sat alongside their leader, her mismatched coloured eyes scanning the crowd below. Until they finally locked onto Dewpaw's green ones. All the young she-cat could do was force a small smile, as she met her former mentors gaze. Before reluctantly joining in with the cheering. Her voice came out sounding strangled. As if an invisible snake had wrapped its way around her throat. Blocking off her oxygen. Fortunately, her clanmates voices were loud enough to hide hers. Preventing her mentor from seeing how much her decision had truly hurt her apprentice.

The two she-cats had known each other, ever since they had met as loners. Back when things were both simpler and happier. When they still went by their loner names, Millie and Julia. She had been the trouble maker, while Julia had been the more responsible one. Both cats being the complete opposites to one another. Much like fire and water. Yet, it was because of this that had brought them together. Well, it was mostly due to Millie stealing a mouse from Julia, that had actually brought them together. Something that had both annoyed and impressed the older of the two.

Millie needed someone to guide her on the right path. To stop her from both playing pranks on unsuspecting victims, and stealing from others. While Julia needed someone to help her break free of her shell. To show her what it was truly like to have fun. The simple theft was just the thing they needed, to point them both in the right direction. However, they didn't quite get along at first. Considering that Julia viewed Millie's energetic and rebellious attitude annoying. While Millie in turn saw her older counterpart, as both boring and untrustworthy. Believing that Julia would abandon her, at the very first chance she gets. Just like how both her own family, and so many others had done before her.

Their bond took time to form. With Julia taking on the role of teacher. Slowly guiding the kit away from her destructive nature, and helping her learn on how to hunt. While Millie in turn, taught Julia the many different games she could remember from her time with her family. Overtime, their bond began to grow. Julia became Millie's support. Helping the kit learn from her mistakes, and defending her when others didn't immediately accept her apologies. While Millie helped Julia to slowly overcome her social anxiety. Both helping the other heal, and to learn new things. However, even though Millie would never admit it, due to her stubbornness, she felt safe when she was around Julia. Something she hadn't felt in a very long time. While in turn, Julia started become protective of the kit. Seeing her no longer as the arrogant, rebellious kit she had first met. But a kit who was scared and alone. A kit who needed her help.

It was through this sudden change of heart, that brought the two closer together. While Millie still played harmless pranks on others, and Julia would still sometimes distance herself from social situations. The two were quite happy to be in each others presence. Becoming inseparable, and never quite leaving the other for longer than necessary. Julia would protect Millie from those who dared try to harm her, while Millie in turn would defend Julia whenever someone spoke ill of her. So it was no surprise to either of them, when they both finally agreed to becoming sisters. With Julia promising that she will never abandon Millie, for as long as she lived.

Dewpaw wanted to cry, as she looked back at these moments. Her paws beginning to shake a little bit more violently. As her mind endlessly screamed the same question. Why?. Why did things go downhill from there?. Why did Julia suddenly vanish, only to turn back up and act like nothing happened?. Why did Mistflight abandon her a second time?. These were questions she didn't have the answers for, but desperately needed. She wanted to understand why the only cat she ever viewed as a older sister, would want to suddenly try to get rid of her. Mistflight had helped her escape from her past self. Helped her break free from that chain of misery. Yet, it felt as if she had been clawed in the heart. As the one cat she had ever cared about, didn't even seem to care about her.

" Dewpaw? Are you alright?", a small voice asked. Causing her to jump, and glance to the side. Green eyes meeting a pair of blue ones, and another pair of green ones. To the left of her, were two of her fellow apprentices. Bluepaw and Frostpaw. Both cats were watching her with concern, clearly noticing her sudden change in mood. Blinking back the tears, the ginger and black spotted tortoiseshell simply smiled and nodded." Yeah, I'm fine, just a little bit shocked that's all, and maybe even tired", she replied. Despite forcing out a yawn, to prove her point, the other two didn't seem that convinced. Releasing a small sigh, Dewpaw returned her gaze back towards their leader.." Really, I'm fine, it's just been a long day....... Did Dawnstar say who is going to take over my training?", she asked. Frostpaw shifted slightly, before giving a reassuring smile and nodded. He then tilted his head to the side, his green gaze flickered back and forth between Dewpaw and something behind her.

Upon following the tom's gaze, she was met by a pair of amber eyes. Pantherclaw. A well respected warrior of the clan, and older brother to Frostpaw's mentor. Yet, his gaze held no malice, as it usually did. Instead, it only held sympathy. Giving a small timid smile, the young apprentice then nodded at him. Silently happy, that her apprentice training wasn't going to be set back. Although, as she glanced back at Mistflight, the happiness that she had briefly felt quickly vanished. Green eyes following the newly appointed medicine cat, as she made her way towards the medicine cat's den. However, the longer she watched, the more numb she became. As if all of the light within her had been sucked out, only to be replaced with nothing but darkness. Only then did she feel her grief slowly fading away. Allowing something else to slowly take it's place. Something she had tried hard to keep locked away.

She had forgiven Mistflight in the past. Mainly because she knew that she had been too young to travel with her. She had been willing to give Mistflight a second chance. However, as she continued to watch her former mentor walk past her. As Mistflight didn't even spare a glance in her direction. That willingness quickly faded into both anger and resentment. Her lips curling up into a silent snarl, as she glared in the direction of the older she-cat. Her claws digging into the ground beneath her. Mistflight had lied to her. Everything the older she-cat had ever said was a lie. She didn't care about her, she never did. All of it had just been one big lie. It made the young apprentice feel sick.

Dewpaw could barely focus on her surroundings, as the first few tears began to run down her cheeks. The lump once more returning to her throat, as she tried desperately to hold back her anger. It hurt. It hurt to know that she had been betrayed a second time, by the one she had cared so deeply about. Before glaring at the ground in front of her. Allowing the hatred that had once been locked within her, slowly take over. Unaware that she wasn't the only one who was crying. For curled up within her new den, Mistflight's body shook. Tears running down her cheeks like miniature streams, as her body trembled from the silent sobs that escaped her throat.

[Yuroshi]

Humongous mark

[F0XFANG]

marking with mapleclaw
relationship with lionstar; it's complicated

[.Lyrebird]

Username: .Lyrebird
Cat Name: Troutripple
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Twenty-four moons
Clan: Galeclan
Rank: Fisher & Warrior [ ranks explained here ]
Relationship: Unrequited crush on Nightfeather

Troutripple herself isn't a very confident cat, nor is she incredibly serious about most things. She tends to trip over her own paws and words and falls in love much, much too easily. Case in point, she's fallen madly for the sassy, flirtatious deputy who is always so sure of herself and clever as a fox. When Troutripple is around Nightfeather, she can't help but feel a little more confident, a little more courageous herself, almost as if the dark she-cat's attitude is contagious. Troutripple knows without a doubt she could never let the deputy know how she felt, not because it wasn't safe or because it would be frowned upon, but because Nightfeather deserved someone better, someone with a future, not a cat whose future was more of the same; catching fish and protecting the clan. Nightfeather just wouldn't be happy with her, and she was okay with that. She was content to watch from afar.

[Only_Sky]

Username: Only_Sky
Cat Name: Patchfoot
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 20 moons
Clan: Fogclan
Rank: Warrior
Relationship: The relationship between Minkpelt and Patchfoot is is one of friendship and love. Minkpelt had always admired Patchfoot, seeing her as a capable and beautiful cat, she always use to follow her around as a kit, in awe of the strong and confident molly. Patchfoot adored Minkpelt from the get-go. The fluffy black kit was simple adorable, always following her around and trying to learn everything she could from the tabico apprentice, though she was often clumsy and didn't seem to have the passion to become a warrior, and instead was drawn toward healing. Patchfoot supported Minkpelt's decision to pursue healing as an apprentice, and the two grew closer through their shared support, becoming close friends. As they grew older, Patchfoot became a strong warrior, and Minkpelt a skilled healer, they began to grow even closer, and eventually began to develop romantic feelings for one another. Although they lead different lives; Minkpelt healing and caring for those in need, and Patchfoot guarding and patrolling the clan's home, they made sure to spend time together to maintain their relationship, often hunting together and helping eachother with their duties when they could. Despite their young age, Minkpelt and Patchfoot are a lovely couple tat will likely last for seasons to come.

[ki-neko animura]

Username: Ki-neko animura
Cat Name: Vinewhisper
Gender: She-Cat
Age:
Clan:
Rank: warrior
Relationship: love interest for leader Twinstar.

[paper planets]

Username: chasing_stars
Cat Name: meadowlark
Gender: she cat
Age: twenty five moons
Clan: slateclan
Rank: warrior
Relationship: ever since meadowlark first discovered the newly formed slateclan, it has always been lightningmask. she’s watched him, been by his side, thorough thick and thin and she hasn’t complained when his eyes slid past her. she can’t force the dark-furred tom to hold the same feelings for her as she does for him, oh.. but she sure can hope.
meadowlark joined the clan of the rocky river shore just under a moon of them settling there to begin with. she had been wandering around the area for quite some time before, looking for a calling of some kind. but, the only true calling she found was on the sun-bleached rocks with the whispering wind singing soft tunes in her ears as she waded through the icy river. she avoided the twolegs and the kitty pets who accompanied them like they carried a contagious sickness and found no solace in passing loners. meadowlark wasn’t sure she’d ever find that magic she was searching for until she stumbled upon scented border markers and her heart lifted in joy. she wandered slowly into the territory without any second thought and came out lucky because the new clan settling there were friendly. her path would’ve changed drastically if they hadn’t been so kind to her.
she was welcomed by pebblestar almost immediately, though chose not her take on a clan name. her name sounded like a clan name anyways, she’s just named after a bird. to get used to life in a clan, she was given a guide to show her the ways of clan life. he was kinda sheepish and aloof, but held a certain hope in his amber eyes that captured meadowlark from the very beginning. lightningmask... first, her guide and teacher.. second, her friend and hunting partner.. third, the tom who held her heart, yet let his stray to a kittypet’s.
not many know of lightningmask and the young love that had blossomed between him and the kittypet, golden. but, she did. she doesn’t truly know if the warrior even knows that she knows of golden, but, truth is, she had met the she cat before the clan moved in. it was the previous greenleaf and they had met and got along, but she left by the end of greenleaf when the weather turned colder. meadowlark never had the heart to tell lightningmask that she would leave eventually. she was jealous of how much lightningmask cared for her and she wished it was her in the place of that sleek, golden pelt. but, she cared too much for her dear friend to say anything. perhaps if was cowardly of her, but she doesn’t care. so, she watched from the background as lightningmask slipped out of camp after a hunting patrol, as he returned and curled into his nest when the moon was high in the sky. she watched with sadness as the warm weather dragged on. she tried not to think about it and helped her new clan through the flood that tore up their camp and glared after lightningmask with narrowed eyes and a lashing tail as he left in the direction of the twolegplace when his clan needed him the most. even her frustration couldn’t mask the hidden feelings that lay festering within her heart. she was convinced that they were two destined souls, if not in this lifetime, than the next. she’d wait countless eternities to be by his side.
greenleaf ended. lightningmask didn’t stop leaving the clan, but she knew this time he was just with himself. she comforted her friend, even if he dared not to tell her of his secret, she helped him move past the heartbreak with smiles and playful hunting trips. then, thy talked on cool nights beneath the stars on a piece of driftwood that smelled faintly of a certain kittypet.. before long that piece of driftwood smelled simply of the river and two warriors from slateclan.
meadowlark continues to hold her feelings within, usually she’s a bold, straight forward she cat, but not when it comes to her dear lightningmask. the sweet, genuine tom who unknowingly stole her heart from the very beginning. but, something in the air is changing, like winter turning to spring. meadowlark can’t see the flowers budding yet, but she can smell the freshness of something new, real and heart-warming.